Sunday, December 21, 2008

Guernica Christmas, Shiner Chanukkia and The Hokey Pokey

It's been a rough month, but that's not why I haven't done any Christmas shopping or otherwise prepared for the holidays.

I never go Christmas shopping until the last minute because everyone in my family decided some years ago to only give presents to the kids who are at the same Christmas tree as you. When my nephews were under 10, I sent them presents via internet shopping which saved me a trip to the post office. They are both old enough now to want Green Folding American Dollars more than anything so Christmas shopping just got easier again.

While cruising blogs this evening, I ran across this Christmas Card from I Was Just Wondering

It sums up my feelings about Consumerism and Christmas very nicely. If it weren't for the Christmas Tree and Macy's bag, it could be my feelings about Relationships. I'm the squashed one at the bottom - but it could easily be that the squashed one on the bottom looks a lot like my old boyfriends feel once Hurricane Trish blows out to sea.

I'm filled with regrets tonight - sort of. I'm certainly missing folks. Holidays are a time of memories. I'm happy to say mine are generally good. It's the first night of Hanukkah, which I don't celebrate, and it's Winter Solstice which I like to acknowledge. Winter holidays are all about light in the darkness whether it's Christmas, Hanukkah, Diwali or Solstice. I'm sorry to say I don't know anything about Eid, and I'm not so sure Lunar New Year counts as a Winter Holiday although it's in winter and the moon gives off light in the darkness. If I wanted to stretch the analogy, I would - but for the purposes of this post, the important point is the Shiner Beer Bottle Chanukkia my dear, lost friend the Rebbe Mohammed McCrory made a couple of years ago.

Remembering friends, even Gayle the Hillbilly Hustler who played a major role in the sitcom of my life last year with that dang Bloody Mary Juice Fast (great story - worth every drop she drank of my liquor), is part of holidays. I'm hoping that when the light returns to the earth in the coming months, some of my wandering friends will return to brighten up my life. And maybe I'll wander in to someone's life as well. With luck, my sister will have remembered to bring my quarter cup of Granny's ashes.

Tomorrow Velvet and I head out to New Orleans, then on to Houston where I'll be surrounded by the warmth of my whole family for the first time in years and years. I have a feeling my mother is going to get me Shaking of the Foundations by Paul Tillich. The next thing you know, Menopausal Stoners is going to get all theological. I have a feeling that somehow, embedded under all this foolishness, there's a very solid theology. It's based on The Hokey Pokey.


The Rebbe and I are now Facebook friends and making plans to light sparklers on the terrace when I get back from Texas bearing Blackeyed peas - a southern New Year's Day tradition. With luck, I'll be having lunch soon with the other individual I've been missing, and we'll have a chance to make up. As for Granny the Ho - I'll have to make due with my quarter cup. But that's okay, she brings light to my darkness all the time.


Kitty said...

We call it The Hokey Cokey over here. Now you come to mention it, it could be the meaning of life - or certainly sit alongside the number 42 as the meaning of life.

It is indeed a time for memories. I'm going to try not to think too much about the memories of 2008 since the bad ones easily outweigh the good ones. Do you think it's ethically sound to import some memories from other years to redress the balance?

Hope you and Velvet have a good flight, and that you both enjoy your Southern Christmas with family.

Take care. xxx

PENolan said...

Importing memories is necessary for personal survival and for keeping things light and bright for the children who are generally innocent bystanders. Ergo, importing memories is indeed ethically sound.

Happy Christmas to you and wrinkletts, too.

Gail said...

Hi Trish-
I love how you write and just toss in a profound thought - like Granny's ashes.

I have many good memories all coming to light. Travel safe Trish, you and Austin and celebrate that - you two are a celebration of all things good - Yippee! (That's me cheering, pom poms and all)!!!! :-)

Peace and merriment


Gail said...

Hi Kevin -

I love Bjork. My son and I watched "Dancing In The Dark" over Thanksgiving, together. She was SO amazing. We both sobbed at the end.



Gail said...

Well somehow I posted my comment to Kevin on your blog Trish. I have NO freaking clue how that happened.

Utah Savage said...

Oh how I loved this post. I have even picked up a little Guernicachristmas art to post on my sidebar. Thanks for the art and I hope you have a great time with the family. That would be my xmas nightmare, but my family was savage.

I'm with kitty, I like calling it the Hokey Cokey. Thanks for the laughs kids, now it's pot pipe time and Hardball.

dissed said...

Happy holidays to you. Sounds as if you have it covered.

PENolan said...

Same to all y'all - which as Dissed already knows is the plural of y'all even though y'all is already plural.

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